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I know how it will end
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FIFTH COLUMN
Of Marcello Veneziani
I know how it will end. I know this because I know the story, I know people, I know the potentates, I know immigrants. I know them like you know them, from experience, precedents, realism and use of the world. Until yesterday the scene was as follows: I haven't heard an Italian that I didn't agree with Salvini, that he did not consider it absurd to incriminate an Interior Minister who is doing his duty, as well as his electoral mandate, to safeguard the nation's borders, as provided for by the Constitution, and protect Italians, reject illegal arrivals and reiterate that migrants do not land in Italy but in Europe. It is absurd that we have to remember Europe when it comes to paying debts or not breaking the bank. And instead we must forget about Europe when the migrants arrive because then, suddenly, we become a nation and we have to deal with it ourselves. Our sovereignty consists in the obligation to welcome them, even if everyone else doesn't want them. Until yesterday there wasn't a person I spoke to who wasn't of this idea in one way or another.
On the other hand, I haven't heard a news broadcast, and program, a commentator, a man of power or a newspaper that was not aligned against Italy, against the Italians, against Salvini and on the side of Europe that doesn't care about migrants, on the side of the judges who indict ministers in the name of the law, on the side of migrants who land illegally. A dry match, the united people on one side, compact power on the other. Almost no one in Salvini's company, the League is there but you can't see it, there is only him, there is the Meloni and then down the desert. The grillini, when they are not hanging on the Fig Tree, and therefore they lean to the left, they act like di Maio in order to float and stay where they are, and play at being superminister, he is ready to take it all back and dump the Ally on whom the Palace's media-judicial cannons are aimed, dai catto-bergogliosi to the scattered left. Read More

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FIFTH COLUMN | Non-fiction

How we got to this point
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FIFTH COLUMN
Of Marcello Veneziani
Let's tell the truth, we Italians have become unrecognizable. If we were to meet on the street those of us today with those we were just ten years ago, we wouldn't recognize each other and maybe we wouldn't even say hello. But how did we get to this point? To understand the present let's take a step back to the past. So ten years ago, these days, he had become prime minister for the fourth time Silvio Berlusconi. The Grand Duke of Padania Umberto Bossi was with him in government. Finish he had become President of the Chamber and dolphin, successor in the breast. Gianni Alemanno was elected mayor of Rome. At that time the National Alliance still existed. The loser of that time was called Walter Veltroni. The Movement had not yet been born 5 place, Di Maio was a stadium mask and Renzi didn't exist, a bit like now; he was a kind of boy scout, he was not yet mayor of Florence. Another world, prehistory.
But what happened to get to this point? There are a thousand factors, and we won't do the whole story. But we would like to focus on one detail. Italy was tired of the left, then and now, she had been disappointed by her umpteenth government and had once again voted for the centre-right and her King, Berlusconi. What happened, at that point? I should tell two stories, actually three.
The first story is that the elements against that government were unleashed. Global economic crises, from America to us; European economic wars, Arab springs bearing down on us, judicial wars against Berlusconi, domestic and international political conspiracies, press campaigns. In short, an evil three-year period which then ended with the well-known white coup that ousted the Berlusconi government. The left doesn't know how to govern and doesn't know how to be popular, but he knows how to destroy, it has a terrible power of interdiction and intimidation. Read More

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